Belgian Malinois are European mid sized shepherds that the broad public has become acquainted with through Police and security K9 image. They’re the quicksilver badass blackfaced suckers who have replaced the German Shepherd Dogs, Dobermann Pinschers and Rottweilers as doggy villains in the movies.
Anyway I bred, raised, trained and showed that breed for about ten years, starting in 1996. I published two breed studies, produced a number of champions and was flown overseas by the US breed club as guest Sweepstakes judge (which was an honor, and a loads of fun). In 2006 anticipating major life changes, I dispersed my stock and quit breeding altogether. My faithful broodbitch and companion, who’s produced many great puppies for me and been my closest friend for 9 years, ran away and was never to be found in 2008.
That’s her, Pharamineuse. Sweetheart, wherever you are, I love u.
One dog was left with me before I had my daughter. He watched serenely over my pregnancy (and not so serenely when I went into labor, I thought he was going to kill somebody..)
After my baby was born I couldn’t manage to handle both (though Vlad would have been the perfect nanny, I’m sure), and he went live with dear friends of mine who already had a pack of my dogs.
I was blessed Marla was able to meet him in 2011, shortly before he died. She absolutely adored him.
Now Bek (Bek is my Australian, separated at birth, twin, at least so it feels, as eerily similar as we are) is getting crazy with this post, because she asked for vintage, never seen before, exciting, treasure-chest, shots of my older dogs (she has some of their distant offspring), and all she gets is some sentimal, teary shit. Patience my friend, your wait is over. Read on.
To be continued… (more pics Bek, more pics).